Eisoptrophobia

Fear of mirrors

I. Me

Struggling with a self-portrait

Hating the mirror for what it shows

How do you draw regret?

Paint failure?

I sit

My easel untouched

Mocked by my own happy exterior

In spite of this self-loathing

Wondering which will break first:

The mirror?

Or me?

 

II. Myself

Perfect hair

Perfect make-up

Perfect clothes

Everyone says so

But me

The real me

Not this poster girl of materialism

This art project of society

My lying and too-perfect reflection a product of "them"

Torn between loving acceptance

And loving myself

 

III. I

I'm that girl

The shy one

Neither remarkably good

Nor extraordinarily bad

Blending in

Never noticed

Wishing someone would care

Or at least acknowledge my existence

Afraid to look in the mirror

To find out I might really be

Invisible

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[Kelly B]

Random note: The picture is someone's rendition of the Mirror of Erised :-)